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Chapter 59
by wicker
Snap them out of it?
Frustrated Flirting
"Dancing Queens."
The four women get up and start trying to dance and twerk at the same time. They are baffled by their behavior but can't stop. They all ask what's going on. "This is your fault!" Brianna tells Lisa.
"It's your fault!" Kylie tells Gina.
You have them keep this up until they've all worked up a good sweat and several people have stopped by to laugh at them and take photos. Then you use the remote to have them stop.
Gina turns to Kylie, "Bubbles tell me to shave my toes."
"What?" asks Kylie.
"My hair is French, and my shoes are from Mercury," says Gina.
"How about your stuff your bikini bottoms in your mouth and rub sand in your butthole. Will that shut you up?" says an angry and frustrated Kylie.
"The sand has a phonebook in heaven," said Gina as she takes her bikini bottoms off. She then shoves them in her mouth, kneels down, covers her crotch with one hand rubs sand in her butthole with the other.
"Look at my tits!" Lisa tells Brianna.
"What?" says an angry Brianna. "You made me humiliate myself with that stupid dance!"
"Look at my tits!"
"What? That's all you have to say for yourself?"
"Look at my tits!"
"Well, let's have everyone look at your tits! Take off your top and swing it over your head while you walk to the lifeguard post and back, bitch!"
"Look at my tits!" says Lisa as she obeys Brianna.
what now?
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Mind Control Remote
Total Control
You have recieved a gift from your dead uncle.
Updated on Dec 8, 2024
by Roadgeek90
Created on Jul 13, 2020
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